The whole thing felt like a fever dream.
No. No, this couldn't have—He clamped his eyes shut, trying to force the memories back. Flashes of champagne. Ava teasing him grew deeper and bolder. Claire taking selfies, wine glasses, they promised one.
The bedroom karaoke with cassidy watching from the corner With a slightly angry expression— His heart sank.
Slowly, carefully, Parker craned his neck to the other side of the suite. And there she was.
Cassidy watching from the corner—Curled up on the couch, dressed in her black button-up shirt and tight jeans, one arm draped over her face, fast asleep, or she would seem to be.
No hungover. Not ruffled, just...watching over them.
Shit.
Parker inhaled sharply, panic rising. No way in hell did I just—But the evidence was, unfortunately, all there.
